Okay...now I'm just as baffled as everyone else. I thought this guy did some sort of mixing on stage to make the "performance" at least somewhat unique. Nope. More power to Gregg, though. Cash in while you can.

2 sold out shows and i've never even heard one of their songs. for some reason i equate this band with vampire weekend who seemed to be really popular and then when i finally heard them (on SNL of all places) turned out to really suck.

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I had a great time. As long as you understand it really has nothing to do with the music he makes and mostly the giant party/good time he throws, then you can really appreciate what he does. I personally haven't listened to him once online or CD or whatever, but I've seen him 3 times and I don't think I've ever had a better time. I fucking hate dancing...but he makes me love it, and that's enough to impress me.

As long as you understand it really has nothing to do with the music he makes and mostly the giant party/good time he throws, then you can really appreciate what he does. I personally haven't listened to him once online or CD or whatever,

I had a good time too, BUT there in lays the problem with the popularity though...

The music in which he bases his success on is temporary and worse still, dependent on the past success of someone else's catchy and familar hooks.

If that's the case we get just a big kegger with a bunch of filthy rap lyrics over Journey melodies? The spastic nature of his "frankensteining" is turning into nothing more than a frat boy trend (from a few years ago). Name that tune is only fun for so long, eventually you have to create your own shit. I totally understand the "party" vibe, but parties always end at some point... tick tock, tick tock Greg.

Anytime you need a roadie—a roadie!—to come out and flip up your laptop so the, ahem, show can hit the road, then you’ve achieved the coveted, meth-drenched Golden Douche Bag Award for the year. Yes, the year is young, my stupid friend, but Gillis clinched it this past weekend at the Newport with his two sold-out shows.

Who knew such a strangely named band as Zanky Albo sported such a fine, unique singer in Bobby Heise, a vocalist with a presence suggesting a cross between a prog-rock true believer and Bon Scott?

This, I gotta see/hear.

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They should bill this as The Strange Case of the Kid Who Took40,000 Ecstasy Pills in Nine Years Tour. Seemed like a waste of an otherwise good buzz. I was watching people who looked like they were watching a show but there was no show. None of it felt connected. There was no pulse. No energy. No soul. It looked like everyone was pretending that they were at a great show but doing a piss poor job of convincing even themselves that they were having fun. Very surreal. Drugs couldn't even save it. Lame party. I think it was one of the most hollow events I've ever attended.

Anyways, where are my pills? You going to this?

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I went fully expecting to have my second "damn kids and their stupid new music" moment (I'm 26). The first being the Passion Pit low dough show. I don't like to listen to TG albums more than one time through. The novelty wears off REALLY quick. Also, not into drugs, hooking up or dancing. Still, what he does live (or at least makes it look like hes doing) is undeniable. I also enjoyed watching the nerds that were operating his lights and projection screen.

The set was short, but felt long. $30 for just over an hour is too much money, even though I was glad when the music stopped. The LC was trying a new strategy to get everyone out the door at the end. They turned off the ventilation fans as soon as TG was finished. Two minutes later, it was suffocating in there, breathing in all that sweaty air and there was no quick exit.

For a $30, one hour show I fell like they should have at LEAST provided oxygen to breath the entire time I was there.

I thought the show was pretty fucking good. I had a better time about 20 minutes in, when all the kids had wore themselves out bouncing into me repeatedly. Too many concert noobs there for me, tho. You know the ones, pushing their way through the middle of the crowd to get to the front, only to realize that there's a rail there and you have to get to the floor from the sides. I agree it was a bit short, tho. I'm hoping he's at Coachella again this year.